It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
So majestic, fabulous shots.
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Thanks.
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My pleasure VJ.
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What great shots of these hawks. The first one tells the whole story of the red tail. Fantastic! 🙂
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Thanks Lisa!
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Your hawks are very handsome.
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Aren’t they just!
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🙂
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Great Photos
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Thanks
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VJ, even raptors court. We have had a pair of owls in our backyard the past few nights, chatting away. Keith
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Oh, I would love that Keith. Have yet to get a photo of an owl.
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That must be fun to listen to.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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